[ pants around her knees, cassian with a face full of jyn's chest, she's not sure this is how it's meant to go, but the thrum of desire hasn't been dampened by the laughter or the smile splashed across her expression. she tuts, shaking her head. how does she find him even more attractive when he is a bumbling fool? ]
Honestly, Cassian, if you wanted your face in my chest you could have just asked.
[ it's with the chimes of laughter still that she manages to kick off her pants, trying not to knee cassian in the groin while she does so. that might kill the mood. ]
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Honestly, Cassian, if you wanted your face in my chest you could have just asked.
[ it's with the chimes of laughter still that she manages to kick off her pants, trying not to knee cassian in the groin while she does so. that might kill the mood. ]